Released in 1959, Miles Davis' 'Kind Of Blue' is considered the greatest Jazz album of all time. With a line-up that includes John Coltrane on tenor saxophone, Cannonball Adderley on alto saxophone and Bill Evans on piano, the word that comes to mind when listening to 'Kind Of Blue' is perfection.
X came out of the 70's LA punk scene. Bassist John Doe and Exene Cervenka provide the singing and the songs, with Billy Zoom playing a sassy guitar and DJ Bonebrake on the drums.
Produced by Ray Manzarek, 'Los Angeles' is their debut album. Manzarek also played the organ on three tracks and the synthesizer on one.
Every now and then, a song comes along that is so unique and powerful nothing quite like it has been done before or since. It simply can't be duplicated, and any attempt to cover it will never have the impact of the original. Such a song is 'Gimme Shelter', the opening track on 'Let It Bleed' by The Rolling Stones.
Last Thursday was the fiftieth anniversary of the release of 'Let It Bleed'. I was going to mark the date by just featuring 'Gimme Shelter', but then decided to pay tribute to the full album.
You should be able to find the full album here or here
I've noticed a lot of commercials using tunes without vocals. Many times the tune played has nothing to do with the product being advertised. But that's not important. What is important is that the song rights have been sold for things like incontinance pills, vaginal disinfectants, and even rectal examinations.
What the hell are our musicians becoming but nothing other than Capitalists?
You're allowed to sing along, but please don't wake the neighbors.
With all the rain this year, I've been wallowing in mud since last April. There was a brief respite when we got an early snow in November and the mud froze up. Then the snow melted, which was followed by another week or two of rain.
This morning, I woke up at three to the sound of more rain and thunder. When my husband let the dogs out at five-thirty, the rain had turned to snow. Two hours later, it was back to rain although by then it was just spitting.
Anyway, I had to go pick up a buck goat this morning so I could breed some of my does this year. And as these animals will do when they're moved to a new place, he panicked as soon as I got him out of my truck... put the buck in buckin', so to speak. That boy was leaping and throwing himself all around, dang near pulling my arm out of the socket, but I held on to his leash until he tired himself out. Then I began walking him to the pen where a couple of does were waiting.
We were almost to the pen when he decided to throw another hissy fit. And right as I almost got him under control, my foot slid on the slush and mud, and down I went.
Proud to say, I managed to hang on to that buck even as my butt hit the ground. I may be getting old, but I'm still tough enough to wrestle with an angry buck.
So now I'm wet, muddy and smelling like a he-goat.
